Monday, July 7, 2008
Bathroom Drama...Again
Ok. There is a candy apple red camisole in the bathroom. It's just right there on the sink. It's all laid out like someone washed it and is waiting on it to dry. How the hell do you lose your shirt? Is there a mystery woman walking around with only a suit jacket on? Perhaps she's topless? Maybe there was a spot on the camisole, and she wanted to wash it out? This place is like the Twilight Zone sometimes.
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1 comment:
Ummm...and you want me to give up the private bath??
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